Time flies doesn’t it? It is all the more tangible when you realise you have reached a milestone in the life of a blog…well actually it’s a bit more of a milestone, it’s more a case of the end of a journey that has taken one year on Lucy’s #treefollowing blog; and I find it hard to believe that a whole year has passed since I wrote my first post that was full of excited anticipation of what might lie ahead for my son’s sapling (along with my son for that matter!)
I was concerned I wouldn’t have much to say in this post, other than the time flying bit, because until 12 days ago, we hadn’t had much of a winter and I bemoaned the damp dull days where aphids and other nasty apple sapling eating creatures manage to survive, and whilst Lucy tried to reassure me there was still time, I wasn’t convinced.
I was jubilant, as were my sons albeit for very different reasons; they whooped with delight at the thought of missing school whereas I celebrated the coming of a proper winter that, along with our other seasons, has been hurtled into turmoil due to climate change.
Now whether or not this cold weather is going to be but a blip on the seasonal cardiogram, for the long dull line to return, I can’t be sure, but it is a very welcome sight.
But as the euphoria calmed, and my sons reluctantly went to school without so much as an icy patch to skid on, I suddenly questioned my open-armed welcome of winter and began to worry about the effects the cold snap might have on my sapling, after all, he has been somewhat protected from the harsh realities of life in the wild for some time.
However, after having seen my sons’ frozen fingers thaw, cheeks aglow and heard plans for snowmen, dogs, balls, etc I concluded it was probably a welcome break for my sapling, giving him a chance to test his mettle, get rid of the pests that are pestering him and make him all the more resilient for whatever lies ahead.
And with my photographic record from one year ago, I have the proof that he, along with my son, is growing taller; there is a nail in the stake that my sapling had not reached this time last year, and now it stretches triumphantly above it, and as for my son? I have several ‘hardly worn at all’ pairs of trousers that he grows out of with reliable and relentless monotony!